This week I am house-sitting for a mate and at the same time I am looking after the two cats. I don't mind doing the house-sitting, but it's so very quiet here and to put it bluntly I am so bored, bored, bored. There is plenty to do like watching Sky TV, watching DVD's or listening to CD's. Trouble is, I cannot be bothered to do hardly any of that as it's just not the same as being in your own house, is it. I just say thank god he has got a computer, but I still don't feel comfortable.
Because the pub I used to go drinking in is around the corner from where I am staying, I decided to pay a visit (first time in just over a year due to L.O.F. (Lack of Funds) plus being bothered about having to travel such a distance).
I had a good night and some people were pleasantly suprised to see me. I paid dearly though. When I got back it took me ten minutes to get in and when I did I promptly fell asleep on the settee. When I awoke I felt sick and took myself off to the bathroom. I ended up asleep in the bed fully clothed and awoke about 11.30 a.m. with a stinker of a headache. Why do I put myself through so much agony?
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thats because your a plant pot
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